Week At The Cabin Ch 01

This is the first piece of erotic fiction I've ever written, and the first piece of fiction of any genre I've written in many years! The vibe I'm aiming for is to shoot right for the intersection of my conceptions of "hot," "sweet," and "romantic." This chapter follows a couple, Kate and Leo, as they embark on their tenuous first steps trying out a soft domination scenario together for the first time as they begin a planned week of gentle sexual domination. The series focus will be on loving exploration of power play, and while the scenarios may increase in intensity as Kate and Leo explore and develop their desires further, everything I write for them will be centered on their love and mutual trust.

As a new author, I am extremely eager for any and all feedback! Positive and negative critiques are extremely welcome, and I'd also love to hear what you'd like to see more of, what you'd like to see less of, and what you do and do not like about the story so far. Again, ALL comments are welcome, be they about content, structure, grammar, vocabulary,, or any other aspect of the story.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy watching Kate and Leo's journey into new and uncharted waters for their relationship as it unfolds...

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Looking out the passenger window at the passing trees, I shifted in my seat in nervous anticipation. I had been coming to these mountains since I was a little girl. My parents would wake me and my brother up early before sunrise, practically dragging us out of bed, hurrying us through the morning's business of getting dressed, brushing our teeth, and eating breakfast (or grabbing it to eat in the car), before ushering us into the back seat and hopping on the road to beat the morning traffic, whisking us off, away from the doldrums of our daily life in the city, off to whatever hiking or camping trip they had carefully planned. I rolled down the window and took a deep breath through my nose, basking in the passing smells of the damp woods, the trees, and dead leaves, and roadside plants. I had accumulated so many happy memories here: Of traipsing across poorly marked trails as a child while my parents struggled to keep me following markers they could barely find themselves, or racing with my brother to collect firewood while my father muttered muted vulgar incantations at the fire pit, willing the smoldering embers to grow into great towering flames. I had kept coming back to these mountains after I left my parents' house, treading and retreading paths old an new, surmounting peaks and camping by lakes, ponds, rivers and streams, first by myself, and later, increasingly with Leo.

All these happy memories passed up through my nostrils with the mountain air and flooded my brain with warmth and tranquility, and I let out a contented sigh. This really did feel like home to me. After taking my time to bask in the scenery just a little longer, I rolled the window back up, the butterflies in my stomach momentarily stilled, my mind at ease.

But turning back to Leo in the driver's seat, my heart still wouldn't quite be still in my chest. Because this trip wasn't quite like those other trips.

"We're almost there," Leo grinned at me. My heart started to pound even harder, and as quickly as they'd left, the butterflies returned.

Leo and I had been talking on and off about this trip for months, but I still could scarcely believe we were actually doing it.

An erotic getaway.

A chance to try out some of my fantasies with him, things that, despite all the years we'd spent together, we had never given the chance. It sounded crazy.

A week devoted to nothing but each other, nothing other than trying to make our fantasies into reality.

I didn't know if I could do it, if I was ready for it.

My face must have betrayed my anxiety, because Leo's smile disappeared, and he furrowed his brow in a worried look. "Are you excited Kate? If you don't want to go through with this, we can just relax--"

"No, I do," I said, swallowing. "I really, really do. I'm just -- nervous."

The worried look on Leo's face hung there, unconvinced. "Well, just remember, if at any point you want to stop, just say 'red,' and we can stop and talk. OK?"

I smiled at him and nodded. I appreciated him reminding me of our safeword, even though I really didn't need reminding. I had been with Leo long enough that I really felt I knew him, all the ins and outs of how he thought, how he approached life, and conflict, and new situations, and I knew he knew me the same way. I trusted him completely. And I

had

been looking forward to this trip for weeks, probably more than he had. But now that the day was almost here, and our cabin escape was just around the corner -- I wasn't having second thoughts per se, but I was nervous. I loved the idea of Leo dominating me, of relinquishing control totally and following his orders, of leaving my inhibitions behind and just giving in to him fully. But those were all ideas, fantasies in my head. Now that I was on the cusp of having them fulfilled, I couldn't help but wonder, what if I don't like it as much as I thought I would? What if we can't slip into the roles we've laid out for ourselves? What if I'm not good enough? What if Leo's not as up to the task as I'd hoped he'd be? Or worse, what if

he doesn't like it?

Leo, oblivious to the tempest of thoughts churning in my head, met my assent with a smile, and returned his focus to the road ahead. "Good," he nodded. Staring out at the winding dirt path through the trees I watched his grin slowly melt away, his face turning to a serious look of contemplation. We drove like that in silence for a moment, and I was just about to ask if I could put on the radio, when Leo's voice cut in, cold and serious.

"Actually, I don't think that's quite good enough."

For a moment, I was confused by his sudden change of demeanor, and then I realized what he was doing.

He's starting to try on the role before we even get to the cabin.

"I think," he continued, "if you really are looking forward to this week, you should be able to tell me what it is you want

with your words,

not just a simple nod."

I gulped.

This is it, we're crossing the Rubicon,

I thought to myself. Could I do it? Could I really play the submissive part I'd played out in my fantasies over and over again? Even though I was fully clothed, I suddenly felt very naked and exposed. Telling Leo what I wanted had meant baring my most intimate thoughts to him, putting myself on display. And now that we were trying to bring those fantasies into reality, I was opening myself up to the possibility of failure, failure to perform, failure to meet his expectations, to meet my own expectations. What if I wasn't sexy -- what if I was just awkward? I glanced at Leo and saw him watching my reaction out of the corner of his eye, and saw familiar flicker of excitement in his face.

He's looking forward to this just as much as me,

I thought.

He's rooting for me. He loves me, and I love him. I trust him.

"I -- I want you to control me," I tried hesitantly.

"Oh?" Leo replied, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. "And how would you like me to control you?"

My brain started to fuzz, and I felt my heart rate increase even more. I couldn't believe Leo was really doing this. Looking at his face, I felt like I was seeing a completely different person, not the usual silly, kindhearted Math teacher I'd fallen in love with,

I'd built a life with,

but someone else entirely. He had a dark, unemotional look to his face, and his eyes stayed glued to me, appraising me, waiting for my response.

Wow,

I thought.

He's really prepared for this.

"Sexually," I blurted out suddenly. "I want you to control me sexually."

My voice, far from the soft, sultry tone that now felt like the obvious choice, had come out sudden and staccato.

That wasn't sexy at all!

Ugh. I suddenly had the feeling I was taking a test I hadn't studied for, and I was failing.

But if Leo noticed anything lacking his in my response, his face didn't show it. Unmoved, his cool eyes were carefully splitting their time between watching me and watching the road. "Is that so?" He asked. "Well, if you

really

want me to control you sexually, don't you think you should call me

sir?

" His eyes raked over me with that final word

sir,

betraying a distinct hunger now. His look sent a shiver through my core.

The last shred of doubt in my mind was erased by that look on his face, and the low tone of his voice when he said

sir. God, I really did want this.

If I was failing, Leo was passing with flying colors. Maybe I could come away passing marks by following his notes.

"I want you to control me sexually, sir," I said with more confidence, but still unable to control the tremble in my voice, my heart pounding in my throat.

Leo peeled his eyes off me and returned his attention to the road. "Well, if that's really what you want, I think I'd like to accommodate you. In fact,

I'd be happy to.

" He paused and let that sink in for a moment, before adding "I'll just have to think of

how

before we get there..."

I shifted in my seat again and returned my eyes to the road ahead, a renewed anticipation flipping my stomach, anxiously wondering how much longer it would be until we got there.

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Stepping out of the car into the gravel driveway, I was greeted once again by the comforting smell of the mountain air. I gazed up in admiration at the old wooden exterior of the our cabin, admiring it. It had three stories, if you included the carpeted basement, which was nicely partitioned into a laundry room and living space. Being only partly underground, buried into the hillside, the basement had a door to the driveway that served as our main entrance. Directly above it, on the first floor, were large panel windows staring out over an elevated porch, offering a gorgeous view over the driveway, through a thin line of trees to the main road, and then out into the wilderness beyond. They let the afternoon sunlight in, casting a beautiful glow over the interior on gorgeous clear days like today. Leo and I had been charmed by the building's old, simple construction, much smaller and sparser than the neighboring vacation homes, but with adequately updated, functioning appliances -- rustic enough to still feel like you were in the woods, but with all the comforts of civilization.

And it had a wood stove!

While the idea of owning a vacation home had at first seemed distant and unrealistic, the idea drew ever closer to the frontier of possibilities as my career as a Chemist had started to blossom, and then, after an inheritance had been unexpectedly been dropped in my lap... It felt like it was finally within reach. When we found this place, smack in the heart of the mountains we both knew and loved, we dove on the bargain immediately. I had hoped that Leo and I would get to use it as our little getaway -- but I never imagined we'd be using it

like this.

I felt the cool breeze blowing between my legs, blowing over my bare mound, reminding me of the purpose of our trip and sending a shiver up from the base of my spine.

One idea we'd decided on was that I wouldn't wear any underwear while I was here. That had been Leo's idea. "I'd like you to be totally naked under your clothes," he'd said one night in bed, lazily running his hand across my bare chest, admiring me. "Especially in one of your skirts. The idea that I could lift off your clothes any moment, and you'd be totally bare underneath, waiting for me, potentially exposed for me at a moment's notice... it drives me

wild.

" Feeling the breeze between my legs and imagining Leo lusting after me, waiting for the right moment to rip off my clothes and expose me to him -- I hadn't expected it, but it was starting to drive

me

wild too.

I looked up at the big panel windows again, trying to see how much of the interior I could see illuminated by the afternoon light from the driveway... Even in the bright afternoon sun, the room looked mostly dark from where I was standing -- through the glare on the windows, I could make out the dim outlines of some familiar pieces of furniture, but only because I knew to look for them. We were pretty well insulated from the main road by a thin layer of trees, and neighbors were pretty sparse up in this patch of vacation homes, but still, the idea that somebody might see Leo and I's erotic week together filled me with anxiety -- and something else too.

Excitement.

I wanted someone to see us together, to see us embracing in a moment of passion, our breathless, lust filled faces, our skin shiny with sweat...

Gah, what was I thinking?!

We'd only just gotten here and already I was driving myself crazy with this new, unexpected thought. I had never thought about Leo and I showing ourselves off like that, but now that the idea had wormed its way inside my head, it was consuming me. But I didn't

really

want any of our neighbors to see us -- what would I say to them when I saw them again? But the risk of it, the idea that they

might

see us in there, sharing a moment of passion on the couch, or even pressed up against the window... I felt another shiver go through me, and pang of need shoot through my core.

I was shaken from my revelry by the feeling of another breeze blowing under my skirt.

"Why don't you take your things and head inside," Leo said from just behind me, the sudden sound of his voice taking me by surprise. I turned quickly to meet his expecting gaze, his arm extended holding out my suitcase.

"Right, uh, thank you, sir," I said, taking my luggage quickly, trying to remember the footing and confidence I'd found during our car ride. Taking my bag from him I looked down at his pants to see his cock was already hard and straining against the material.

He's just as excited as I am,

I thought.

Looking back up at his eyes, I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, feeling my eyes moisten slightly. Leo and I had been through so much together -- hiccups in my career, family tragedies, disputes and differences of opinion, and we'd come through it all to this moment, here at last, at our little slice of escape, a place where we could get as far away from everything else and just enjoy each other. And here, after everything we'd been through together, good, bad,

really bad,

and dull -- here he was, with that smoky look in his eyes, putting in all this effort to bring us together for this crazy, shared dream of a week.

Fuck it, the sirs can wait until we're inside,

I thought. Placing my suitcase down, I stood on my toes and threw my arms around him, kissing him deeply. "Leo," I said, breaking away with my arms still around him "I fucking love you. I'm so happy to be here with you."

I looked up at his eyes, to see they had grown misty too. He smiled down at me gently.

"I love you too Kate. I love you so, so much."

He continued to hold me in his arms, and I continued to hold him, and for a moment, we were suspended there like that, hanging onto each other, surrounded by the smell of the trees and the warm afternoon light reflecting off the mountains, our lives forgotten, our erotic fantasies and plans momentarily shoved to the side to enjoy the feeling of each other's presence totally. I leaned in and kissed him again, floating there, swimming in the great pools of his eyes, weightless, letting myself enjoy being lost entirely to the warm embrace of our love for as long as I could.

I don't know how long we stood there like that. It felt like both an eternity and an instant. Slowly, we returned from wherever we had been transported to, back to that spot in our gravel driveway, the car doors still hanging open, surrounded by our bags. Watching his face, I saw Leo's smile gradually harden, almost imperceptibly, calculations beginning to flicker just behind his eyes. As thought returned to my brain as well, I wondered what gears were whirring just behind his gaze, what thoughts were giving him that look. His smile started to take on a look of almost deviousness to me, and I was reminded of the need still present between my legs, even more powerful now after we'd shared that kiss. I felt one of his hands slowly start moving its way down the small of my back, until it rested on my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Once we're inside, I want you to only refer to me as

sir,

" he growled, stepping back into his role. "You may only call me Leo when I tell you you can. If you slip up, I'll have no choice but to

punish

you until you learn your lesson." With the word

punish,

he gave my ass a gentle smack, hard enough to make a soft sound through the material of my skirt, lightly stinging, but not enough to hurt. At the sound, I was suddenly reminded just how very much still in public we were, standing there in our driveway with only a thin line of trees between us and the quiet stretch of road.

"Remember," he said, an unmistakable hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice, "if you want to stop, just say 'red.'"

I looked back up at his eyes.

Fuck that, I wanted him. Now.

"Yes

sir,

" I breathed, my breath growing ragged, doing my best to show him with my eyes just how badly I wanted him. I looked back down at his pants to see his cock twitch through the material, looking even more swollen than before.

I think we're having the same thought.

Once we were inside, I hurried through the house turning on the heat in the various rooms to bring up the temperature from the low fall chill we had arrived to, while Leo rushed to unpack our provisions from our cooler into the cupboards and fridge. I loved watching the anxious way he was rushing, but still maintaining his composure, his eagerness counterbalanced by careful precision and restraint as he neatly organized each shelf. I could tell he didn't want to wait any longer to start our week, and neither did I. After a moment's hesitation and thought, I put on a brave face and sauntered over to his busy corner of the kitchen.

"Is there any way I can help you with that, sir?" I asked, pressing up close to him from behind, gently laying my hands on his back, sliding them down and around to his front, quickly moving lower, until I found his hard shaft, gently rubbing it with the palm of my hand through the material of his pants.

He knew I wasn't talking about the groceries

He turned to face me, a soft grin plastered across his lips, his eyes half lidded, and smoky with lust.

"As a matter of fact, I think there is," he smiled, leaning down to kiss me, his lips urgently sucking at mine. I felt his hands sliding over my back and into the waistband of my skirt. Dragging his hands back up over my body, he pulled my shirt up over my head and cast it to the side, leaving my breasts totally exposed.

His lips quickly returned to mine, and we began eagerly sucking at each other's lips in earnest, mixing kisses with gentle bites. I ran my nails through his hair, dragging them down before pulling my lips away to rake them across his chest, just the way I knew he liked. He returned the gesture by leaning down and running his tongue around my nipple, before gently flicking it across the tip, and applying gentle suction with his lips, shotting pangs of pleasure through me that reverberated down to my pussy.

When he pulled away, we both were both breathing hard and ragged, and my head was utterly consumed by desire. Leo stared down at me, catching his breath, before letting out a small laugh.

"I think you're becoming a little bit too much of a distraction," he chuckled. "Turn around."

I did as he asked, eager to see what he had in mind. Leo dropped his hands down to the my hamstrings, dragging them up slowly, carrying the fabric of my skirt with them, up over the globes of my ass. He tucked the material inside my waistband, leaving my ass and pussy totally exposed.